Tamora Pierce owns the entire universe of this story, all the
characters, the world they live on and the very air they use to
sustain life. Only the vague plot and dialog I have attributed to
TP's characters in this tale belongs to me. I freely give my
permission for Tamora Pierce to use any or all of the
plot/story/dialog/concept if she so desires in any way she desires.
Anyone has my permission to use anything from this and my other story
in anyway they want. So have at it, expand, add, enhance, just think
if you can write a fan fiction based on a story that has a copyright
why not a fan fiction based on a fan fiction. So tale spinners, spin
on.
Blame all lousy spelling and grammar on the California Education
System. Thank the Lord for spell checkers.
Chapter 11 (Not bankruptcy)
The Duke, still holding the Rememballs in both hands closed his eyes
and tilted his head back as if in prayer. When he opened eyes the
Rememballs now held images, the single memory one had the image of his
son charging in rage at him, knife raised, the moving memory sphere
had a record of both deaths in full detail.
"Stand up Briar, there is no punishment for saving a Dukes life."
Sandry walked over to Briar and taking his arm helped him to stand.
She put her arms around him, "Thank you Briar, for my uncles life."
Tris walked up and hugged them both. Daja came toward the trio with
the crowd parting before her like the Red Sea, (Weird earth type
metaphor) and joined the group hug."
The Duke's guards and the harrier mages carried the unconscious mage
out of the room.
The Duke looked at the crowd and said, "I'm afraid the festivities are
over for tonight."
The crowd started to slowly disperse to their homes and estates.
Rosethoren, Lark, Frostpine and Niko came over to four, Rosethorn
placed a hand on Briar's cheek, "It was necessary."
"Come," with Sandry leading the way and Tris holding one arm and Daja
the other the three women took Briar out of the ballroom to the Dukes
study with Evvy, Glaki and the teachers following.
Once in the study everyone found seats, "that was a brave thing to do,
Briar."
"It happened so fast," Whispered Briar, "I just reacted."
Niko nodded, "Most courageous things are done before you have time to
think. If a hero had time to think about it most heroic acts would
not get done. But you Briar were the only one to react, everyone else
was caught off guard, or distracted by the scuffle at the window."
"'I'M NO HERO!"
"No Briar, just a man who did something that had to be done. You do
know, don't you, that almost every man in that room is on his way home
thinking, I wish I had done that."
Briar stared at him.
"When you walked over and knelt, in front of the Duke, you expected to
be punished didn't you?"
In a whisper, "Yes." His head nodding slightly.
"Almost every man in that room would have stood in front of the Duke
and expected to be rewarded."
The Duke entered the room. "Thank you Briar for my life."
He walked to his desk and placed the Rememballs on it, "I'm going to
have to have a word with the guards who forced you to do their job."
He sat with a sigh, "But who would ever anticipated a physical attack
from that quarter."
"Sandry, any idea who is available to be sent to sort out Green
Acres."
"I hadn't even thought of that uncle."
"I have already sent some of my guards out there to prevent panic
among the retainers."
Daja sent through the bond, "Sandry, distract Briar."
"Briar, that is a beautiful vest, who did the embroidery?"
"It's not embroidery."
Sandry stood and walked over to Briar, examining the vest she asked
"How did you get the designed on it."
Briar just raised his hands and shook them slightly.
"Oh."
Glaki, looking puzzled, asked, "What does this mean?" she copied
Briars motion.
"It is not common knowledge that I was twice convicted of stealing in
Hajra. When Niko found me I was in the court for the third time with
the X's on both hands. Third conviction means life at hard labor."
"Yes, I know that."
"When I was twelve I grew tired of being turned away, from stores,
because of the X's tattooed on my hands. So I brewed up some
vegetable based dyes, borrowed one of Sandry's needles and tattooed
these floral patterns on my hands to hide the X's, I didn't think of
what my ambient magic would do with vegetable dyes." He lifted his
hands, "I never know what my hands are going to look like. The
patterns change constantly, but the X's are gone."
"As for the vest, I bought the vest in, the garment area of, Market
Square, I brewed up some more dyes. I pored the dyes into a bowl all
mixed together, put some of my magic into the dyes and placed the vest
so the center of the back of the vest was in the dye. The next
morning the bowl was empty and the vest was a forest of flowered
vines. I let them change until I liked the pattern and then removed
my magic from the dyes. This is the result."
Sandry said, "I want one."
"Me Too," chorused Tris and Daja.
Evvy and Glaki nodded, "Us too."
The Duke commented, "Looks like another branch of Circle Four is
developing."
"Could be," said Tris, "I went up to the common room the other evening
and found some of our student/trainees tooling leather, doing nice
work to. I'm trying to talk them into doing some tooled leather
bindings for my new books. Come to think of it dyed leather binding
would be unique."
The clock chimed one, "You are all staying here tonight, I'll need
written statements from the adults about what happened in the ballroom
this evening."
The Duke picked up a bell and rang it, the door opened and a retainer
asked, "Yes Your Grace."
"Are the rooms ready?"
"Yes Your Grace."
"Lets get some rest, tomorrow is going to be a long day."
The group dispersed to the rooms provided.
As Briar approached the door, Evvy ran to him and hugged him hard.
Hugging her back he said, "I'm fine Evvy." Patting her on the back,
"Just fine."
"Have I told you how grown up you and Glaki look tonight,"
Evvy, her face buried in Briars chest, shook her head.
"Well you do, very grown up and lovely, I'm going to have to start
worrying about boys pestering you before to long."
Evvy leaned back and looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and grinned,
"No you won't"
He turned her toward the door and gave her a swat, "Git."
Evvy ran down the hall to catch up with Glaki.
The Duke came up behind Briar and put a hand on his shoulder, "They
grow up so fast."
"Yes they do."
They separated in the hall and went on their way.
A bit later the Duke went to open the window in order to get some air,
he saw that all the lights in Briar's forcing house was on and he
could see movement through the foliage.
The Duke shook his head and went to bed.
Breakfast room, the next morning.
The group was around the table enjoying a congenial breakfast.
"Uncle, what has happened to the mage?"
"His name is Evilst rawberry, He has been taken to Winding Circle to
have his magic power stripped."
"We have the harrier's best, at interrogations, coming today, to get
statements from us all, his name is Sherluk Homs, and I hear that he
is outstanding."
"Sandry, where is Briar?"
"Still in his garden."
"they will take his statement last."
"Hours later each of the witnesses had giving their statements and
went on his or her way."
Lark, who had waited for Rosethorne, and Rosethorne were just leaving
through the front door, Tris caught up to them and said, "I'm going to
Circle Four, Want a ride?"
"Yes, it will save some walking."
A driver, leading a two seat open carriage, walked up to them.
The all got into the carriage and started to Summersea.
"Briar", Tris sent through the bond, "They will be coming to talk to
you next."
"Ok*, what's going on."
"I'm taking Lark and Rosethorn to Winding Circle."
They heard a loud whistle, turning to located the sound they saw Briar
standing in his garden, waving at them."
Tris, Rosethorn and Lark waved back just as they went through the Main
Gate of the Citadel.
As the carriage approached market square Tris asked the driver,
"Revird, will you let me off at Circle Four and then take Lark and
Rosethorn to Winding Circle?"
"Be my pleasure." The driver said over the protests of the two
Dedicates.
Dropping off Tris, the carriage headed to Winding Circle.
Just outside of Summersea Lark said, "Look, it's Crane."
Walking along the road ahead of them was Dedicate Crane.
"Shall we pick him up?" Lark asked Rosethorn.
"No."
"Do onto others as you would have them do onto you."**
Rosethorn snorted, "Revird, please, see if he wants a ride."
"Yes'm."***
Pulling up beside Crane Revird asked, "Care for a ride?"
"Yes, thank you."
Crane entered the carriage and it continued to Winding Circle.
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Appendix Chapter 11
*Ok - American colloquial speech, wonder what the Imperial phrase is.
**I have read somewhere that this statement, or its equivalent, is in
every Religious text on earth, it seem reasonable to assume, (woops I
mean think, you know what happens when you assume) that it is in the
Tamora Pierce universe also"
***Contraction of Yes Madam - If this not in the Imperial language is
should be. What about Mr. Mrs. Miss and Ms. I can't recall anyone
addressing a ordinary person. How do you say hello to a baker named
Ekab? Tamora seems to use the form of TITLE NAME or just NAME never
see Miss Tris or Mr. Briar. Hummmmmmmmmmmm. Language is weird stuff.
Sherluk Homs - Not so sneaky Literary Reference.
Evilst rawberry - :-D
characters, the world they live on and the very air they use to
sustain life. Only the vague plot and dialog I have attributed to
TP's characters in this tale belongs to me. I freely give my
permission for Tamora Pierce to use any or all of the
plot/story/dialog/concept if she so desires in any way she desires.
Anyone has my permission to use anything from this and my other story
in anyway they want. So have at it, expand, add, enhance, just think
if you can write a fan fiction based on a story that has a copyright
why not a fan fiction based on a fan fiction. So tale spinners, spin
on.
Blame all lousy spelling and grammar on the California Education
System. Thank the Lord for spell checkers.
Chapter 11 (Not bankruptcy)
The Duke, still holding the Rememballs in both hands closed his eyes
and tilted his head back as if in prayer. When he opened eyes the
Rememballs now held images, the single memory one had the image of his
son charging in rage at him, knife raised, the moving memory sphere
had a record of both deaths in full detail.
"Stand up Briar, there is no punishment for saving a Dukes life."
Sandry walked over to Briar and taking his arm helped him to stand.
She put her arms around him, "Thank you Briar, for my uncles life."
Tris walked up and hugged them both. Daja came toward the trio with
the crowd parting before her like the Red Sea, (Weird earth type
metaphor) and joined the group hug."
The Duke's guards and the harrier mages carried the unconscious mage
out of the room.
The Duke looked at the crowd and said, "I'm afraid the festivities are
over for tonight."
The crowd started to slowly disperse to their homes and estates.
Rosethoren, Lark, Frostpine and Niko came over to four, Rosethorn
placed a hand on Briar's cheek, "It was necessary."
"Come," with Sandry leading the way and Tris holding one arm and Daja
the other the three women took Briar out of the ballroom to the Dukes
study with Evvy, Glaki and the teachers following.
Once in the study everyone found seats, "that was a brave thing to do,
Briar."
"It happened so fast," Whispered Briar, "I just reacted."
Niko nodded, "Most courageous things are done before you have time to
think. If a hero had time to think about it most heroic acts would
not get done. But you Briar were the only one to react, everyone else
was caught off guard, or distracted by the scuffle at the window."
"'I'M NO HERO!"
"No Briar, just a man who did something that had to be done. You do
know, don't you, that almost every man in that room is on his way home
thinking, I wish I had done that."
Briar stared at him.
"When you walked over and knelt, in front of the Duke, you expected to
be punished didn't you?"
In a whisper, "Yes." His head nodding slightly.
"Almost every man in that room would have stood in front of the Duke
and expected to be rewarded."
The Duke entered the room. "Thank you Briar for my life."
He walked to his desk and placed the Rememballs on it, "I'm going to
have to have a word with the guards who forced you to do their job."
He sat with a sigh, "But who would ever anticipated a physical attack
from that quarter."
"Sandry, any idea who is available to be sent to sort out Green
Acres."
"I hadn't even thought of that uncle."
"I have already sent some of my guards out there to prevent panic
among the retainers."
Daja sent through the bond, "Sandry, distract Briar."
"Briar, that is a beautiful vest, who did the embroidery?"
"It's not embroidery."
Sandry stood and walked over to Briar, examining the vest she asked
"How did you get the designed on it."
Briar just raised his hands and shook them slightly.
"Oh."
Glaki, looking puzzled, asked, "What does this mean?" she copied
Briars motion.
"It is not common knowledge that I was twice convicted of stealing in
Hajra. When Niko found me I was in the court for the third time with
the X's on both hands. Third conviction means life at hard labor."
"Yes, I know that."
"When I was twelve I grew tired of being turned away, from stores,
because of the X's tattooed on my hands. So I brewed up some
vegetable based dyes, borrowed one of Sandry's needles and tattooed
these floral patterns on my hands to hide the X's, I didn't think of
what my ambient magic would do with vegetable dyes." He lifted his
hands, "I never know what my hands are going to look like. The
patterns change constantly, but the X's are gone."
"As for the vest, I bought the vest in, the garment area of, Market
Square, I brewed up some more dyes. I pored the dyes into a bowl all
mixed together, put some of my magic into the dyes and placed the vest
so the center of the back of the vest was in the dye. The next
morning the bowl was empty and the vest was a forest of flowered
vines. I let them change until I liked the pattern and then removed
my magic from the dyes. This is the result."
Sandry said, "I want one."
"Me Too," chorused Tris and Daja.
Evvy and Glaki nodded, "Us too."
The Duke commented, "Looks like another branch of Circle Four is
developing."
"Could be," said Tris, "I went up to the common room the other evening
and found some of our student/trainees tooling leather, doing nice
work to. I'm trying to talk them into doing some tooled leather
bindings for my new books. Come to think of it dyed leather binding
would be unique."
The clock chimed one, "You are all staying here tonight, I'll need
written statements from the adults about what happened in the ballroom
this evening."
The Duke picked up a bell and rang it, the door opened and a retainer
asked, "Yes Your Grace."
"Are the rooms ready?"
"Yes Your Grace."
"Lets get some rest, tomorrow is going to be a long day."
The group dispersed to the rooms provided.
As Briar approached the door, Evvy ran to him and hugged him hard.
Hugging her back he said, "I'm fine Evvy." Patting her on the back,
"Just fine."
"Have I told you how grown up you and Glaki look tonight,"
Evvy, her face buried in Briars chest, shook her head.
"Well you do, very grown up and lovely, I'm going to have to start
worrying about boys pestering you before to long."
Evvy leaned back and looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and grinned,
"No you won't"
He turned her toward the door and gave her a swat, "Git."
Evvy ran down the hall to catch up with Glaki.
The Duke came up behind Briar and put a hand on his shoulder, "They
grow up so fast."
"Yes they do."
They separated in the hall and went on their way.
A bit later the Duke went to open the window in order to get some air,
he saw that all the lights in Briar's forcing house was on and he
could see movement through the foliage.
The Duke shook his head and went to bed.
Breakfast room, the next morning.
The group was around the table enjoying a congenial breakfast.
"Uncle, what has happened to the mage?"
"His name is Evilst rawberry, He has been taken to Winding Circle to
have his magic power stripped."
"We have the harrier's best, at interrogations, coming today, to get
statements from us all, his name is Sherluk Homs, and I hear that he
is outstanding."
"Sandry, where is Briar?"
"Still in his garden."
"they will take his statement last."
"Hours later each of the witnesses had giving their statements and
went on his or her way."
Lark, who had waited for Rosethorne, and Rosethorne were just leaving
through the front door, Tris caught up to them and said, "I'm going to
Circle Four, Want a ride?"
"Yes, it will save some walking."
A driver, leading a two seat open carriage, walked up to them.
The all got into the carriage and started to Summersea.
"Briar", Tris sent through the bond, "They will be coming to talk to
you next."
"Ok*, what's going on."
"I'm taking Lark and Rosethorn to Winding Circle."
They heard a loud whistle, turning to located the sound they saw Briar
standing in his garden, waving at them."
Tris, Rosethorn and Lark waved back just as they went through the Main
Gate of the Citadel.
As the carriage approached market square Tris asked the driver,
"Revird, will you let me off at Circle Four and then take Lark and
Rosethorn to Winding Circle?"
"Be my pleasure." The driver said over the protests of the two
Dedicates.
Dropping off Tris, the carriage headed to Winding Circle.
Just outside of Summersea Lark said, "Look, it's Crane."
Walking along the road ahead of them was Dedicate Crane.
"Shall we pick him up?" Lark asked Rosethorn.
"No."
"Do onto others as you would have them do onto you."**
Rosethorn snorted, "Revird, please, see if he wants a ride."
"Yes'm."***
Pulling up beside Crane Revird asked, "Care for a ride?"
"Yes, thank you."
Crane entered the carriage and it continued to Winding Circle.
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Appendix Chapter 11
*Ok - American colloquial speech, wonder what the Imperial phrase is.
**I have read somewhere that this statement, or its equivalent, is in
every Religious text on earth, it seem reasonable to assume, (woops I
mean think, you know what happens when you assume) that it is in the
Tamora Pierce universe also"
***Contraction of Yes Madam - If this not in the Imperial language is
should be. What about Mr. Mrs. Miss and Ms. I can't recall anyone
addressing a ordinary person. How do you say hello to a baker named
Ekab? Tamora seems to use the form of TITLE NAME or just NAME never
see Miss Tris or Mr. Briar. Hummmmmmmmmmmm. Language is weird stuff.
Sherluk Homs - Not so sneaky Literary Reference.
Evilst rawberry - :-D